Neon lights

Bound to die, I let my wounds bleed unaware my blood would flow as the rhymes of a poem. It might be my fault, I stand, in front of a tornado thinking it might be gentler than you. I take my end as a gift unwrapped by your firm hands. But I won't accept it, I'll keep living through death, replacing my blood with the wine that killed us. Trust me, I tried everything until my blood turned neon. So I used it, to light a path leading me to your smile. As I lie down with your lies, I smile and remember that we're bound to die.